Satish Verma Poems

Pain indigo of
half-moon, will travel
from head to toes.
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In small pieces
you come back to live
in my dark poems.
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No more I will
confront you in rain after
imprint of peach lips.
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When I bring moon,
flower, will you simmer in
haemophilia?
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I let you go
to meet the panther
in his den.
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It was a celebration.
You were ready to start
self-questioning.
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Standing alone
in darkness of stairwell
searching light.
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I will go quietly,
when moon sleeps,
and stars play the chess.
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Tell me how to break
the moon, when night weeps
to bring home stars.
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Unprecedented.

A blushed
crimson moon
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